Hunters can also be called trainee corrupt warriors.

Hunters use the hunting of corrupt monsters in the corrupted land and obtaining edible pieces of meat to improve their physical fitness, that is, basic strength, agility, and regeneration ability.

From the gift from her mother, adoptive father, Charlene, Garrot ate jerky since childhood, and was trained by Charlene to become a good hunter with a knife, thus becoming a good hunter.

However, the improvement of physical fitness obtained by hunters feels a little different from the improvement of power obtained by taking strong potions.

Gallot did push-ups and other bare hands strength training on the sweaty floor, and gradually felt something strange.

Although the so-called "dry meat" can be eaten, it also contains some corrupt power. After eating it, corrupt power will accumulate in the body.

Gallot once heard Charlene say that if you want to become a corrupt warrior, these corrupt forces play a crucial role.

The strong potion does not bring any corruption power, it only increases Galoth's basic attributes, strength, physique, and a small amount of agility.

This reminded Galot of the information he had obtained before. After taking the three strong, agile and regenerating potions, he could have a strong enough body to withstand the impact of key potions and officially become a demon hunter.

If music is used as a metaphor, the three major potions are the prelude, and the key potions are the weight weapons that break the barriers between mortals and extraordinary people.

"In other words, if you want to become a powerful witch hunter, you can take medicine and take medicine is the key. If you write a novel, it is better to name it. You can become stronger by taking medicine? And the corrupt warrior's route can be called hunting and can become stronger?" Garrot muttered in his heart.

Then Galot called out "Destiny", and a green window appeared in front of him, with black fonts.

Name: Galot Lee.

Hunter!

Basic sword technique (8). Basic fighting (6).

The power of time and space.

Connect to satellites (progress), 98%.

"Get the road to unknown profession. The body is enhanced by unknown strength and its strength is significantly improved. Please name it." The system's voice was as cold as ever, like a ghost saying in Gat's ear, making Galot's spine cold.

Should I keep being so cold...Gallot glanced at his attributes, and then said: "Name it as the witch hunter profession and gain strong abilities."

As his voice fell, the black font in front of him began to blur, and when the picture became clear again, the content changed.

Name: Galot Lee.

Occupation: Hunter! Occupation: Witchhunter!

Basic sword technique (8). Basic fighting (6).

Special ability: power of time and space, connecting to satellites (progress), 98%.

Ability: Strong.

As always, the system did not list the basic attributes of power, agility, intelligence, etc. for Galot, but gave these data.

After watching silently for a while, Galot closed the system interface.

Three days later, early in the morning.

The dark curtain opened a corner, revealing a little light. Then the torn part became bigger and bigger, and the light filled the sky and warmed the earth.

The village filled with a little mist seemed a little wet and cold.

Mr. Billy's nephew's slanted roof, inside the fence wall. Galot's shirtless upper body exposed his slender muscles. The scimitar in his hand sometimes turned into an elf and sometimes turned into a tiger.

The elves dance gracefully, while the tiger's domineering aura leaked.

"Huh!" Galot put away his scimitar and exhaled, with a little joy on his face. Their family, from mother to Charlene, and finally to him.

There is a tradition of using knife skills.

Even if the hunters take the same jerky meat and advance towards corrupt warriors, they may turn into power warriors and agile warriors for human reasons.

Before this, Galot's agility had an advantage over power, so he took a dexterity route. His scimitar skills were very agile, but his defense breaking ability was insufficient.

It was like the battle with the robber leader that day. Although he finally won, the victory was actually dangerous and despicable.

Now that I picked up the machete, Galot's sword technique has become gorgeous and more varied. Not only is it agile, but it can also use some powerful chops.

At critical moments, a fatal blow can be achieved.

A powerful force flowed in his body.

The power of the potion is powerful. He is even more looking forward to agility and regeneration of the potion.

Galot placed the scimitar in the sun and gently stroked the blade with his fingers. The scimitar was silver-white all over and weighed twenty-five pounds.

This is a good knife selected from the spoils that night, and the blacksmith in the village only obtained after refining it.

"The northern part of the Kingdom of Orleans is really a tough folk custom. In this small village, there are not only powerful militia captains, Grey, but also blacksmiths who can build high-quality weapons." After stroking for a while, Galot inserted the scimitar into the scabbard, and then strode towards the playground in the village.

The deceased had a funeral that night and was buried safely. The spoils were sold and they would bring back a large sum of money in a few days.

After the war, not only did the village become much more depressed, but it also made people lose their smiles and more sadness.

But time is the best medicine, I believe that the villagers will slowly recover and smile again.

It is spring now, and it is the busy farming time. Because of the loss of too many middle-aged men, the women in the village, the elderly and weak have to leave the village and go to the farmland to work.

There are only young children in the village who are less than the height of the wheels. Even if adults come and go, they will come and go with farm tools.

"Mr. Galot."

"Mr. Galot."

Despite being busy, the women who came and went to and stopped and bowed to Galot. These strong and hardworking women had gratitude and respect on their greasy faces.

If it weren't for Galot, there would probably be no Sappho Village.

Now his reputation has surpassed the militia captain Grey, and he has caught up with the respected old village chief, Mr. Billy.

"Madam Duna, Madam Karen." Garrot has become somewhat familiar in this village and can call out the names of two familiar women.

Mrs. Duna was very happy and said to Galot: "Mr. Galot, come to my house for dinner tonight. I have prepared good bacon and ale."

"Okay." Galot agreed happily. He refused everyone to eat.

Not only women, but also children less than the height of the wheels, everyone can call out Garot's name and express respect and gratitude with the expression on their faces.

"I feel like a star, but being respected all the time makes me uncomfortable." Galot thought helplessly, but fortunately he arrived at his destination, the playground in the village soon after.

The playground consists of a large open space. It was originally used for militia training, but it was empty at this moment. Gerry was sitting on a chair, facing east, crossing his legs and basking in the sun.

Grey was very brave and tried his best. He was seriously injured and was currently a protected animal in the village and did not have to go to the field.

Garrot came from the west and waved to Grey's back, "Hi, Grey."

"Hi, Mr. Gallot." Grey quickly stood up from the chair, his square face slightly lowered, and his face was full of respect.

"Don't be so serious, Mr. Gary. Really." Galot shook his head helplessly, then looked around and took a stone to Gary and sat down.

"Your feat is my lifelong favor. I must always respect you, or my conscience will feel uneasy. Mr. Gallot."

Grey said seriously and seriously, with a sincere and persistent tone.

Thinking of Gary's harsh vigilance that night, Galot shook his head helplessly. He was a militia captain who was loyal to his duties, was loyal to his duties, and treated himself strictly.

"Forget it, it's up to you." Galot shrugged, then asked: "Grey, do you have any news about agility potions, regeneration potions, and so-called witch hunters' key potions?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Garrot, I have no news. But our caravan carrying the trophy has gone to the city. I have ordered Huode to ask him to find out about this. However." After hesitating, Grey put his hands on his knees, and a sigh appeared on his face.

"But Mr. Garrot. Even if there is news, the three major categories of potions are very expensive, let alone key potions. I'm rude. The spoils you seized in that battle are probably not enough to pay for a potion."

"I understand Grey. Many people have told me these days, reminding me that potions are extremely expensive. I will find a way to get enough coins to buy potions." Gallo nodded, with no turbulence on his face. Similar words were heard in his ears. Everyone was saying that potions were not easy to get. But is it more difficult than me to travel through time?

I have great confidence in myself.

Grey remembered Galot's strength in that battle, and took the potion of strength. He finally nodded, believing in Galot's ability.

Immediately, while Garret and Grey were sunbathing in the playground, chatting for a while, patting their butts, and walking towards their house.

To thank him for his life-saving grace, Mr. Billy personally led some craftsmen in the village to repair a house for him to live for a long time based on a dilapidated sloping roof.

Looking at the gradually formed house, Galot felt a little relieved. Although modern society is so beautiful, houses are difficult for a lifetime.

This world is not good, but I already have a house of my own, with a second floor, a fence and a cowshed, which can be called a country villa.

Garrot stepped forward and greeted Mr. Billy, who was in charge of the supervisor, which attracted the helping villagers to "Mr. Garrot".

Gallot greeted each other, laughed for a while, and then went back to Billy's nephew's house to rest. After dark, he went to Mrs. Duna's house as agreed to enjoy delicious bacon and ale.

The brewing process of these ale wines is very primitive, but in fact it tastes bad, and it even has a little sour taste. However, as a rare alcoholic beverage, Garrot still drinks very vigorously.

What's more, Mrs. Duna's husband, Mr. Mike, is really an alcoholic. Under Mr. Drinking, Gallot put on a belly full of ale and burped back to Billy's nephew's house to rest.

Five more days later, the caravan responsible for selling spoils to the city came back. There was immediately more joy in the village.

The caravan not only brought back coins, but also brought a lot of supplies, including meat, grain, a large amount of cloth, and maltose that the children liked.

Garrot stood not far away and watched, watching the caravan surrounded by children in the center, the children stretched out their hands to ask for maltose, while the caravan members were in a hurry.

While the team leader Huo De treated the children, he saw Garrot. He couldn't help but take out a large gray sack and then walked towards Garrot. After getting closer, the militia stopped, lowered his head respectfully, presented the sack with both hands, and said, "The spoils of that night, plus the reward from the robber leader "Gal", totaled 532 and 8 silver coins. Mr. Garrot."

Feeling Huode's excessive respect, Galot shook his head, reached out to take the sack, and said with a smile: "Relax, Huode, I am not only a guest, but may also stay in Sappho Village in the future. We are a group of fellow villagers, so there is no need to be so polite to me."

Huo De smiled and shook his head to show his rejection. The battle that night made everyone in the village very grateful to Galot.

Huo De took out eight silver coins from his waist pocket and handed them to Galot. Galot waved his hand and signaled that he would not use it anymore.
To be continued...